A day in a provincial capital of 62,500 souls. I wandered the length of Millionnaya Street to take in its churches, bazaar, public garden, and the once-palace-now-museum. None of which, I fear, is quite as important as the Morozov cotton mill, to which (I confess) I failed to pay attention.
A trip with the izvoshtchik to the pier for 40 kopeks.
At the end of a promenade lined with trees I boarded the Samolyot steamer.